SCENE IV. The fame. Another part of the same. Enter SALISBURY, PEMBROKE, BIGOT, and Others. Sal. I did not think the king so stor'd with friends. Sal. That mifbegotten devil, Faulconbridge, Pemb. They fay, king John, fore fick, hath left the field. Enter MELUN wounded, and led by Soldiers. Mel. Lead me to the revolts of England here. Sal. Wounded to death. Mel. Fly, noble English, you are bought and fold; Unthread the rude eye of rebellion, And welcome home again discarded faith. Seek out king John, and fall before his feet; Sal. May this be poffible! may this be true! Which bleeds away, even as a form of wax What in the world should make me now deceive, Why should I then be false; fince it is true He is forfworn, if e'er those eyes of yours But even this night,-whose black contagious breath Of the old, feeble, and day-wearied fun,- Even with a treacherous fine of all your lives, Sal. We do believe thee,-And bethrew my foul But I do love the favour and the form Of this moft fair occafion, by the which Leaving our rankness and irregular course, Stoop low within those bounds we have o'erlook'd, And calmly run on in obedience, Even to our ocean, to our great king John. My arm shall give thee help to bear thee hence ; For I do fee the cruel pangs of death Right in thine eye.-Away, my friends! New flight; [Exeunt, leading off MELUN. SCENE V. The fame. The French Camp. Enter LEWIS, and his Train. Lew. The fun of heaven, methought, was loth to fet ; When the English measur'd backward their own ground, Enter a Meffenger. Me. Where is my prince, the Dauphin ? Lew. Here:-What news? Me. The count Melun is flain; the English lords, By his perfuafion, are again fallen off: And your fupply, which you have wish'd fo long, Lew. Ah, foul fhrewd news!-Befhrew thy very heart! I did not think to be fo fad to-night, As this hath made me.-Who was he, that faid, The tumbling night did part our weary powers? Meff. Mef. Whoever spoke it, it is true, my lord. Lew. Well; keep good quarter, and good care to-night: The day shall not be up fo foon as I, To try the fair adventure of to-morrow. [Exeunt. SCENE VI. An open place in the neighbourhood of Swinftead-Abbey. Enter the Bastard, and HUBERT, meeting. Hub. Who's there? speak, ho! speak quickly, or I shoot. Baft. A friend :-What art thou? Hub. Baft. Whither dost thou go? Of the part of England. Hub. What's that to thee? Why may not I demand Of thine affairs, as well as thou of mine? Baft. Hubert, I think. Hub. Thou haft a perfect thought: I will, upon all hazards, well believe Thou art my friend that know'ft my tongue so well: Baft. Who thou wilt: an if thou please, Thou may'st befriend me so much, as to think I come one way of the Plantagenets. Hub. Unkind remembrance! thou, and eyelefs night, Have done me fhame :-Brave foldier, pardon me, That any accent, breaking from thy tongue, Should 'scape the true acquaintance of mine ear. Baft. Come, come; fans compliment, what news abroad? Hub. Why, here walk I, in the black brow of night, To find you out. Baft. Brief, then; and what's the news? Hub. O, my fweet fir, news fitting to the night, Black, fearful, comfortless, and horrible. Baft. Show me the very wound of this ill news; Hub. The king. I fear, is poifon'd by a monk : Than if you had at leisure known of this. Bast. How did he take it? who did taste to him ? Baft. Who didst thou leave to tend his majesty? At whofe request the king hath pardon'd them, Baft. Withhold thine indignation, mighty heaven, [Exeunt. SCENE |